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There was nothing in this universe that would ever separate Jim from Spock again, not even death...

...because he would follow.
Spock knew what he needed to say, with every pound of his heart in his side he knew the words. But could he do it? It would be denying his Vulcan half, but then, his father admitted it in the end, did he not?

Mind settled, Spock squeezed Jim's fingers back.
"Because I love you."

The word smashed through him, even though a part of him had hoped they would come. Even so, they hit like a physical blow, making his head spin and his chest ache. He had always run from those three little words like they were poison, hooks to be sunk into his flesh and hold him down. Words he didn't truly deserve or want.

But when Spock said them... it was different. His mind flashed back to being separated by such thin, thin glass, and how he had wanted nothing more than to be able to touch Spock one more time as he felt himself slip away. He had asked not to feel, but the truth was he had felt to much in that moment - fear over so many things, anger, shame, and regret. If Spock had just been able to hold him in that final moment, would he have known then?

"Screw you," he growled before reaching out with his other hand to cup the back of Spock's head, grip the short black hair and tug him in sharp and hard.

Their lips crashed together, the kiss anything but elegant, if passionate. It was the kiss of a desperate man, seeking to taste something he wasn't sure he'd ever taste again. It was different from that time beneath the mistletoe, but that made this all the more important to him, the way their lips moved against each other, seeking.

Whatever Spock had imagined, it wasn't this.
He was caught offguard, and growled into the fierce, demanding kiss. Shifting, he caught Jim's fingers, easing the death grip they had on his hands and pulled away from the kiss.

"Was that a normal human response to a confession of love?"
The Vulcan was breathless, but amusement shone in his eyes. "I am not going anywhere Jim. No more running."

"Since when was I ever normal?" he asked him, the tone suggesting he was affronted that Spock would suggest anything of the sort for him. Kirk? Normal. Never. He was extraordinary, and everyone knew it.

He shook his head, going back in for another kiss, slower this time, taking the moment to taste the Vulcan's lips, really feel them against his own and let himself drift in the warmth of the bond he could feel thrumming between them in a high, choral note to his ears.

"I'll always run, you just have to keep up," he murmured. "I'm not a man for settling down."

Spock shifts, practically sitting on the armrest of the chair for a better angle at kissing Jim.
This was better, the edge of desperation and almost punishment lost, leaving behind something sweeter, like a promise. Spock lifts his hands, framing Jim's face as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss, his mouth moving, tentatively biting at his Captain's lower lip.

"As long as we run together."

"You're getting mushy on me," he warned him, but he did not pull away from the sweet little bite, moving in to meet it with a softer kiss, letting him relish the motion and the feel of it.

He wasn't entirely sure of all this just yet, but... but maybe he owed it to Spock to try. Maybe he owed it to himself. Take it slow, not like the other relationships he'd had, if you wanted to even call them that. Spock wasn't like a human, and maybe that was what he needed in the first place. But that was delving to deep, to fast. No, keep it at the surface for now, just roll with it.

"So... want to get back to the real world?" he asked him. "Not that I don't miss the Enterprise, but..."

Spock hesitates again... He can't help it, he's a creature of habit and he has to make sure.
But then he looks into Jim's face and sees hope. Perhaps they do have a chance... he just doesn't want Jim to run away from him, to leave. To die. The Vulcan shudders as he places an almost desperate kiss to Jim's lips.

He doesn't answer as the world dissolves around them, leaving them once again in Spock's room, the Vulcan practically in Jim's lap as he continues to kiss away.
Every kiss has the same message, over and over again 'never leave me again.'

He hadn't thought that they could move when they meditated, but apparently they could by the fact he suddenly had a Vulcan in his lap, kissing him. His arms slid around Spock, meeting him kiss for kiss, each a tiny little promise he hoped he had the strength not to break.

He held him tight, kissing until he ran out of air. He pulled back, laying his head on Spock's shoulder and panting slightly.

"You're like a damn cat," he muttered. "Sneaking into people's laps."

"Hmm..." Spock doesn't really have an answer for that, but he does hold Jim, his fingers moving over the other man's back and up into hair... massaging the scalp.
Now that he seems to have permission, he can't keep his hands away, as if some barrier has been broken.
He will be patient though, he always is. He will let Jim lead.

He closed his eyes, letting the other pet him, more or less, which was sort of a reversal of his earlier statement of being a cat. Ah well. He let himself enjoy the touches. He wasn't against them, he was never against physical contact, but this time it made him tingle a bit, in ways his other partners had not. That both scared and pleased him, but for the moment he was really to tired to much think on it.

Yes, very tired. Meditation was supposed to rejuvenate, right? Not that it had been a peaceful session.

"Bed," he mumbled, wanting a pillow and covers and - god - sleep.

Spock took that as permission to pick Jim up, and lay him down on the bed... pulling the covers over the man.
Notice that he didn't carry Jim to his own room.

With only a moment of hesitation, Spock climbed in after, laying on his side facing his Captain.
He knew that not much would be happening, but at the same time....everything had changed. Would their friendship be preserved?
Spock had to admit, the amount of unknowns had him... apprehensive.
"Sleep, Jim."

But that was life, Spock. That was a relationship. If you knew everything, well - it wouldn't be much fun would it? Maybe that was another reason Kirk had avoided them. He didn't want the fights, the responsibility of a relationship. He just wanted the fun part, and that had served him for awhile. Looked like he was going to have through that play book out, which was... disconcerting. But he had been through worse, right? Not that this thing was bad.

"You too," he said, reaching out and stroking his jaw lightly with the tips of his fingers. "Night, Spock."

Spock caught those fingers in his hand, lacing their hands together as he closes his eyes.

"Good night..."

Spock couldn't help but wonder what the morning would bring.

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